SPN/SV Fic: Four Times Chloe Saved Dean's Ass (And One Time He Saved Hers)
Title: Four Times Chloe Saved Dean’s Ass (And One Time He Saved Hers)
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Email: adwilliams03@yahoo.com
Rated: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Don’t sue. Thanks.
Written for did_it_once J
SPN/SV
It all happened so quickly, Dean didn’t have time to react. One minute he was standing at the Impala’s trunk, looking over the assortment of weapons stored there, and the next, pain exploded in his shoulder.
A grunt escaped him as he hit the ground hard, rolling to see what had attacked him. To his surprise, it wasn’t a what--it was a who.
The man snarled and kicked him hard in the ribs before he could contemplate yanking his legs out from beneath him.
The third blow was to his and was so hard, Dean swore he saw Tweety birds flying in circles above him. Bracing himself for the next explosion of pain, he lay still, surprised when there was a cry of pain and a dull thud.
He turned to see his attacker lying unconscious on the ground beside him.
Dazed, he looked up to see a pretty, petite blonde woman standing there, tire iron clutched in her hands.
She looked at him, concern reflected in her green eyes. “You all right?”
Feeling a bit dizzy, Dean struggled to sit up, unable to take his eyes off hers. “I’m…awesome,” he managed, pressing a hand to his ribs.
“I’d say you should go to the nearest hospital, but I’m betting you’d protest.”
“I hate hospitals. Just need to catch my breath.” He looked at his attacker with narrowed eyes.
“You make enemies everywhere you go?” She asked with a raised brow.
“Pretty much.” He slowly rose to his feet, leaning on the Impala for support. “Where the hell did you come from anyway?”
She smirked. “Around.”
He stared at her for a moment. “Yeah, well…thanks.”
The blonde nodded and set the tire iron in the trunk, not looking the least bit concerned by the amount of guns and knives there.
“You got a name?”
She paused. “Sullivan.”
Dean raised an eyebrow.
She simply grinned. “See you around.”
He watched her head away, then looked down at the man who’d attacked him. “Got your ass kicked by a chick, Dude.” He looked in the direction ‘Sullivan’ had gone. “A really hot one.”
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Email: adwilliams03@yahoo.com
Rated: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Don’t sue. Thanks.
Written for did_it_once J
SPN/SV
It all happened so quickly, Dean didn’t have time to react. One minute he was standing at the Impala’s trunk, looking over the assortment of weapons stored there, and the next, pain exploded in his shoulder.
A grunt escaped him as he hit the ground hard, rolling to see what had attacked him. To his surprise, it wasn’t a what--it was a who.
The man snarled and kicked him hard in the ribs before he could contemplate yanking his legs out from beneath him.
The third blow was to his and was so hard, Dean swore he saw Tweety birds flying in circles above him. Bracing himself for the next explosion of pain, he lay still, surprised when there was a cry of pain and a dull thud.
He turned to see his attacker lying unconscious on the ground beside him.
Dazed, he looked up to see a pretty, petite blonde woman standing there, tire iron clutched in her hands.
She looked at him, concern reflected in her green eyes. “You all right?”
Feeling a bit dizzy, Dean struggled to sit up, unable to take his eyes off hers. “I’m…awesome,” he managed, pressing a hand to his ribs.
“I’d say you should go to the nearest hospital, but I’m betting you’d protest.”
“I hate hospitals. Just need to catch my breath.” He looked at his attacker with narrowed eyes.
“You make enemies everywhere you go?” She asked with a raised brow.
“Pretty much.” He slowly rose to his feet, leaning on the Impala for support. “Where the hell did you come from anyway?”
She smirked. “Around.”
He stared at her for a moment. “Yeah, well…thanks.”
The blonde nodded and set the tire iron in the trunk, not looking the least bit concerned by the amount of guns and knives there.
“You got a name?”
She paused. “Sullivan.”
Dean raised an eyebrow.
She simply grinned. “See you around.”
He watched her head away, then looked down at the man who’d attacked him. “Got your ass kicked by a chick, Dude.” He looked in the direction ‘Sullivan’ had gone. “A really hot one.”